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 Author: Backstory
Title: Yesterday Evening
Part: Chapter 18
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slaves
Summary: Even after cumming to a fantasy of her recent rape, Lynn cannot
stop thinking about it, or her rapist Jamal until she's finally too
exhausted to stay awake.
Keywords: BMWF, interr, rape, sad, toy, piv, oral, anal, a2m, ws

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

   Chapter 18: Yesterday Evening (BMWF interr rape sad toy piv oral anal
a2m ws)

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of
situations are real, or even based on any real people or events. 
________________________________

   Chapter 18: Yesterday Evening (BMWF interr rape sad toy piv oral anal
a2m ws)

   Lynn took in long, steady breaths as her body slowly began to calm down.
She felt a growing shame to be masturbating to the memory of her rape,
barely 24 hours since it has ended, but despite this shame, she had an
unshakable feeling that she was still under Jamal's control - that she
might ALWAYS be under his control.  Far from making her angry or
frightened, this thought only made her more aroused.

   In her mind she could hear Jamal taunting her for making herself cum
like this.  She rolled further onto her side, reaching back and pushing her
hand down her pants, running her fingers along her crack.  She found her
asshole and rubbed herself there, her fingers still wet from her pussy,
pushing tentatively inward and feeling how easily it opened up.  Taking a
deep breath, she pushed two slick fingers deep into her asshole, imagining
they were Jamal's.  In her mind, the replaying fantasy of her rape
continued.

   ***

   Lynn's torment on the rough wooden horse continue almost unbearably
long. Finally, she heard Jamal at the top of the basement stairs, and her
heart leapt with genuine joy.  He came into view, holding another glass of
water, and approached her, putting his finger on the chain suspended
between her breasts and tugging downward.  He looked into her eyes and she
held his gaze as the pain flared in her tortured nipples.

   "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, Lynn?"

   She nodded her head vigorously and he smiled.  "Yeckh...  yeckh, Damal."

   "Yes...please?" he said playfully.

   She nodded still harder.  "Yeckh pweeve, Damal, pweeve fuckh I ackhhoe"

   Slowly, he loosened the buckles holding the ball gag in her mouth, and
took it from her.  "What was that, little slut?"

   She took a deep breath, holding his intense gaze.  "Yes, please fuck my
asshole, Jamal."

   He paused.  "I'm not sure that's what you really want."

   "It is!  Please I want you to fuck my ass as long and hard as you want
to, just how you want to, Jamal." His face remained stony, and she worked
frantically to convince him it was true.  "Please, I want your cock in my
ass, and I want you to shove it in my mouth and down my throat.  Please
take me down and fuck my asshole."

   He regarded her, silently.

   "Please, Jamal..." She started feeling desperate.  "Please take me down
and fuck my ass..." She couldn't stand the thought of him leaving her up
there any longer, but it didn't seem like he was going to take her down. 
Finally, he spoke.

   "Are you going to cum for me, if I fuck your ass?"

   She lit up with renewed hope.  "Yes!  Yes, I'll cum so hard for you,
Jamal.  I'll cum as much as you want me to, with your fat cock deep in my
ass, please, let me cum for you.  Let me have your cock in my ass."

   "Okay." he said, finally, and put the glass of water to her lips.  She
already had to go to the bathroom quite badly, but she didn't dare refuse
him or ask to go right now.

   When she finished the water, he began unfastening her ankles.  The
process was not easy, but eventually, he had her down off of the horse. 
She stood before him, her wrists still bound in front of her, her asshole
still plugged with a large butt plug, and small weights swinging gently,
but painfully from the chain between her breasts.  As she waited, Jamal
took one of the vibrators he had called a Hitachi vibrator and put it into
her bound hands, pointed back towards her body.  He switched it on, and
helped her press the head up against her incredibly sore pussy and clit.

   Next he removed the nipple clamps, one by one, sending lightening bolts
of pain through each nipple as he did so.  The buzzing against her pussy
and clit was mostly pain, but she knew she had to make herself cum,
probably more than once, or he might just put her back up on the horse. 
Jamal bent her by the neck, pressing her down into the wooden table until
her breasts we squished painfully into the wood.  He took hold of the end
of her butt plug and pulled it roughly out of her ass.  There was a quick
pain, but by far the least painful of all her current torments.

   The butt plug was soon replaced with eight inches of cock, which Jamal
shoved roughly into her, burying himself to his balls in one quick thrust,
then pounding in and out.  As this latest ass-fucking began, she felt her
pussy getting wetter, and the pain there began to be outweighed by the
rising orgasm.  She ground herself against the vibrator, and back against
Jamal, and managed to cum, gasping and moaning through it, so that Jamal
would know she was cumming.

   He pulled out a little while after her orgasm, and she turned around,
getting her mouth quickly on his cock.  She hungrily licked him clean,
eager to show him how serious she was.

   From her mouth, he bent her over the table and entered her ass again. 
He really leaned into her, pressing his elbow into her neck, mashing her
face and tits into the rough wooden tabletop.  He fucked her viciously,
until she managed a second orgasm, and again, she made no attempt to hide
it, letting herself cum freely.  He twisted up a handful of her hair as he
fucked her, and she realized that she was sobbing as she came, Jamal's
thick cock slamming relentlessly in and out of her asshole.

   He fucked her hard through that second orgasm, then slowed down,
reaching around to take the Hitachi vibrator away from her.  Her body
quivered uselessly as he tossed the thing onto the table beside her, and
then pulled her back up into a standing position, his cock buried deep in
her ass.

   He thrust into her just a few times, standing together, then stepped
back, his cock slipping back and out of her ass.  He guided her to her
knees, and she licked his dick all over before taking it into her mouth.

   "Let's go to the kitchen." he said as she pulled back for a breath.  "I
think it's time for dinner."

   The pressure in her bladder was getting pretty bad now, and so she
decided to ask.  "Jamal, please may I use the bathroom?"

   He looked down on her.  "Use it for what."

   "I have to pee."

   "To the kitchen now.  I'll let you pee soon."

   He let her walk to the kitchen this time, and gave her yet another glass
of water to drink.

   "No, Jamal, please, I already have to pee really bad."

   "Just drink this, then I'll let you pee."

   She took the glass, and forced herself to drink it down in great gulps.

   She gasped, breathing deeply as she finished, biting her lower lip and
hopping lightly on the spot, waiting for Jamal's permission.

   Instead of allowing her to go to the bathroom, though, he made her lie
under the kitchen table with her head and shoulders peeking out between two
table legs.  Very quickly, he tied her arms to the table legs, then made
her lift her legs and ass up off the floor, bending her forward until her
weight was on her shoulders and her pelvis had curved up over her face.  In
this position, he tied her thighs to the tops of the same table legs.  She
was now secured, on her back and shoulders on the floor, with her pussy
hovering up over her face.

   "There." he said.  "You can pee whenever you want to." He got up and
busied himself cooking, leaving her to fight an inevitably losing battle
against pissing herself there on the floor.

   "Please, Jamal..." she begged.  "Please, just let me pee in the toilet,
I don't want to do this."

   Jamal didn't reply, or act as if he'd heard her at all.  She whimpered,
jiggling her hips side to side, trying to keep herself from peeing until,
finally, she could hold it now longer, and she let a little bit of pee
dribble out.  It ran down her belly and then down her side.  Far from
making things easier, it became impossible to hold back now.  She relaxed
and let herself pee, trying to let it out slowly, so that it would all run
down like the first bit.  This proved equally impossible, though, and she
began pissing in short little bursts, splashing straight down onto her
face. She closed her eyes and her mouth tightly then, and just let herself
go, spraying it all over herself.

   When she was finally finished, the terrible pressure was gone, but her
shoulders and head were now resting in a large puddle of her own piss.  Her
hair, face, and breasts were soaked, and she was dripping with it.  Her
eyes stung when she opened them, blinking rapidly.

   Jamal watched her quietly, eating his dinner.  He left her tied there,
shivering, for quite a while, slowly and deliberately eating his meal,
before getting up, putting his dishes into the sink, and then finally
coming over to her, squatting down near her head.

   "You've made quite a mess, Lynn." he said, brushing a bit of wet, matted
hair out of her face.

   It was humiliating, but she knew what was expected from her.  "I'm
sorry, Jamal."

   He began to untie her.  "You're going to clean this up now."

   "Yes, Jamal." She said.  The ropes came off, and he helped her to her
hands and knees, then stood up, looking down at her expectantly.

   "Well?" he said.

   She shook her head, a little afraid.  "What do I clean with?"

   He smiled.  "Use your mouth and your tongue.  If you do a good job, I'll
let you piss it into a toilet next time.

   She looked down at the massive puddle.  "I'm supposed to..." she shook
her head again.

   "Lick it up.  Every drop, and then lick the floor clean."

   For a long time, she just stayed on hand and knees, before finally
bending down and putting her face to the puddle of piss.  She started to
lick at it, but realized this would not work.  Instead, she put her lips to
it, and slurped up a mouthful, swallowing it down with a grimace.

   Jamal turned, walking to the sink.  "Good!  Now keep going, and do a
good job."

   Jamal cleaned up the dinner things as Lynn slowly worked at sucking up
all the piss that her body had only just managed to get rid of.  What was
even worse was that she already had to pee again.  She focused on her task,
hoping that Jamal would let her pee soon afterward.  She was so far beyond
dignity or disgust that it really wasn't hard to do, though it was slow. 
Jamal finished his chore before she finished hers, and stood nearby,
watching her lick the tile floor.  Finally he spoke.

   "Okay, now use this."

   He handed her some paper towels and a bottle of spray cleaner, which she
used to finish cleaning the floor.  Jamal busied himself with something at
the counter as she did it, and so when she finished, she threw away the
paper towels, and then waited for him on her knees.  He turned back to her
and put a bowl on the floor, taking the cleaning bottle.

   "Hands behind your back, please."

   She put her hands behind her back, clasping her wrists, and looked down.
The bowl he'd placed was filled with a light brown, pasty something.

   "You did a very good job cleaning up after yourself, Lynn." Jamal said
as he put the cleaner away.  "Please keep your hands behind you while you
eat."

   Hungry as she was, the food in the bowl did not look very appetizing. 
She did bend over, though, and took some of it into her mouth.  It was a
very bland oatmeal, but she found, as she swallowed, that she was indeed
starving.  She wondered what time it was, and so how long it had been since
she'd eaten anything, apart from Jamal's cum.  She pressed her face into
the bowl, slurping up the oatmeal, and then licking every bit from the
edges of the bowl.  When it was gone, she sat back up on her knees, looking
to Jamal.

   "Okay, let's go to the bathroom."

   Lynn crawled again, making her way back to the bathroom.  When they got
there, she remained on her hands and knees, waiting.

   "Good girl, Lynn.  You can use the toilet."

   "Thank you, Jamal." She put the seat down on the toilet and sat down,
then almost immediately began peeing.  Jamal moved in front of her and
opened his fly, pulling out his cock and pushing it into her mouth.  She
bobbed her head on his cock as she peed, working him into her throat.  She
peed for a long time before the flow finally stopped.  Jamal withdrew
himself from her mouth and zipped back up.

   "Okay." He said, running a finger gently down the side of her face. 
"Now I think it's time for you to get yourself cleaned up."

   "Thank you, Jamal." she said as he walked over and started a shower.

   ***

   The shower had been refreshing, but all too short.  The floor of the
living room was rough on Lynn's knees as she knelt between Jamal's thighs,
the sounds of a basketball game coming from the tv behind her.  Jamal
pushed lightly on the back of her head, and she pushed her tongue deeper
into his asshole, earning an appreciative groan.  She flicked the tip of
her tongue in and out of his asshole a few times as he had taught her, then
withdrew and licked him softly there.  After a minute or so, she moved
slowly up toward his balls, taking one into her mouth and gently sucking on
it.

   She dutifully tended to his asshole and balls with her mouth until he
guided her upwards, pushing his mostly hard cock forward, and into her
mouth.  She relaxed, letting him push all the way into her mouth, and then
down into her throat, until she felt his pubic hair against her nose.  He
put both his hands on her head, threading them through her hair and
clasping them together.  His muscles tensed, and she knew that he was
holding her head down on his cock now.  As her need for air increased, she
very tentatively pulled back, but held her tightly in place, causing her to
feel a little panicked.

   He held her there a long time, and she was soon unable to keep from
twisting and thrashing her body around, trying to pull her head back so
that she could breathe.  Finally, he released her, and she flew back onto
her ass, coughing and heaving in great breaths.  She looked up at him,
terrified, as she tried to catch her breath.  He gave her a minute, then
motioned for her to come closer.  She shook her head, pleading in her eyes,
as he pulled her head gently back down to his lap, but allowed him to push
his cock back into her throat.

   This time he held her even longer, until her vision became white and
hazy.  She thrashed frantically, but she only managed to hurt her own neck.
Jamal's grip was like iron.  Finally, he released her.  She flew back
again, again gasping and panting for breath.  He gave her even less time to
recover then, before motioning her to return.  Still breathing fast she
shook her head.

   "Please, Jamal, no more..."

   "Get your mouth on my cock now, Lynn.  That's the last time I'll say
it."

   Lynn frowned, but moved forward, very near tears as Jamal's warm flesh
filled her mouth, and then snaked down her throat.  Thankfully, he soon
pulled her head back and she gulped in a huge breath of air.  He let her
go, and she fell back again, gasping and heaving for air.  He gave her a
bit of time before he spoke again.

   "Now, come up here.  I want to feel your pussy again."

   Slowly, she rose, and climbed back onto his lap.  She leaned forward and
reached down, taking hold of his cock, and putting the head against her
pussy lips.  Just as she felt herself opening up, Jamal put his hands on
her hips and pulled her down onto him, the whole length of his cock
squeezing up into her pussy.  She groaned, unmistakably in pleasure, and
immediately began rotating her hips.  When there was no admonishment from
Jamal, she started moving herself more, loving the feeling of his large
cock moving inside of her pussy.  She lifted herself up and forward, then
sat back, feeling him push deep inside of her.

   Jamal sat fairly still as she rode him like that, rocking herself back
and forth along the length of his cock.  Within a few minutes of this, she
had herself ready to cum and did not hold back.  She came hard, as Jamal's
rock hard cock moved in and out of her pussy, and without thinking, she
leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.  Almost immediately, she
realized what she was doing she pulled back.  He looked up at her,
obviously amused.

   "You are one slutty little cunt, Lynn."

   Her face burned with embarrassment, and she did not kiss him again as he
began to take control, more and more, of their fucking, driving her to
another orgasm with hard, fast thrusts, his hand squeezing her left breast
painfully.  He slowed his pace as she finished cumming.

   "Why don't you get down there and taste your cum, little slut?" he said.
He helped her up off of his cock, and she moved to her knees again, licking
him all over, tasting her pussy, which made her even more aroused.

   "Now back up here.  Face away from me."

   She stood and turned, carefully stepping back, spreading her legs around
him.  She reached down, between her legs, and took hold of his cock,
pressing the tip up against her pussy.

   "No, no." he said, taking her hand from his cock.  "Stand up straight
and spread your ass."

   She did as he said, and he guided her downward.  As she squatted, she
felt the head of his dick searching between her ass cheeks, and she moved
herself downward when he found her well-used rear entrance, taking his fat
cockhead up her ass once again.  She held herself for just a moment, then
settled down onto his lap, Jamal's thick, hard shaft slowly sinking into
her ass.

   She began fucking herself on him that way, rocking herself up and down
on that huge cock for a minute or so, and then Jamal guided her into a new
position.  With a foot up on each of Jamal's thigh's he leaned her back,
and she braced her hands back on his chest.  She felt shaky, but she was
able to hold the position.

   "Ride me, cowgirl." Jamal said, and she began to lift herself up, and
push back down.  She knew why he'd called her "cowgirl," as she imagined
she must look a lot like she was riding some kind of animal at a rodeo,
apart from the gigantic cock sliding relentlessly in and out of her
asshole.

   After just a couple of minutes in this position, however, she found her
legs and arms shaking badly, and knew she couldn't keep it up.  Apparently,
Jamal realized this as well, because he put his hands behind her thighs,
lifting her up.  She let herself fall back against his chest, as he began
moving her up and down on his cock.  He whispered in her ear as he fucked
her.

   "I want you to cum for me, Lynn."

   Lynn brought a hand around to her pussy, rubbing herself lightly, until
she felt herself getting nearer to cumming.  Something had to be wrong with
her.  It couldn't be normal to cum the much or this easily, especially
after an entire day of brutal rape.  How many times had she cum already,
twenty?  Thirty?  Jamal continued lifting her up by her thighs and letting
her drop onto his cock as she came, letting out little whimpering cries as
her fingers rubbed rapidly on her clit.

   After she finished cumming, she thanked Jamal for her orgasm, and was
able to relax and actually rest a little as he continued rocking her back
and forth, sliding her ass along the length of his shaft.  He used her body
like this, moving her slowly up and down on his cock until she was sure he
was close to cumming.  She had hoped in vain before, but maybe this orgasm
would be his last, and he'd leave her in peace.

   "I want to taste your cum again, Jamal." she said, blushing, trying to
convince herself that she was only saying it to bring things to an end.

   "Is that right?" His breathing was slightly irregular.  It wouldn't be
long now.

   "Mmm hmm." She said.  "Please let me swallow your cum, Jamal, I want to
swallow every drop." She could feel herself actually getting wet and
aroused, talking like this.  She resisted the urge to rub her pussy.  Jamal
continued rocking her back and forth on his dick.

   "Are you ready for my cum, slut?" he asked suddenly.

   "Mm hmmm." she said.  "Let me taste it, please...  please..."

   Jamal's thrust increased in pace for a minute, then he quickly lifted
her off of him, dumping her onto the floor.  Immediately, she was up on her
knees, her mouth wide open, and he pushed his cock into her mouth,
thrusting spastically.  She closed her eyes as he fucked her face for a few
strokes, and then began cumming directly in her mouth.  She swallowed as he
came, amazed at how much cum there was, even after two times already today.
When he finished, she continued to suck him, feeling his cock slowly
softening.

   He pulled his long, but soft dick out of her mouth, and put a hand to
her cheek.

   "Thank you, Jamal." she said, biting her lower lip submissively.

   "You've come a long way today, Lynn."

   "Thank you."

   "Chloe will be home soon."

   "Okay." She felt nervous hope.  If Jamal left before Chloe arrived, her
sister might never have to know that this had happened.

   "She knows you're here now, and I want to show you off a little when she
gets home.  If you do as your told, I'll leave here tonight.  If not, I'll
spend the night with both of you.  I don't think I'll get too tired, but if
I do, I can put you on a wooden horse together for the night.  Do you think
you can be a good girl for me?"

   She was disappointed, but not particularly surprised.  She nodded. 
"Yes, Jamal."

   "Good.  When Chloe gets here, you do not speak, do you understand?"

   "Yes, Sir."

   "Good." He then directed her to lay on the floor, on her back, and
retrieved a metal bar a foot or two long, with leather cuffs on either end,
and some kind of clip in the center.  He spread her legs, and fixed a cuff
to each ankle, so that the bar held her spread open.  When she was secure,
he took hold of her by the waist and hoisted her up, holding her
upside-down.  He fumbled a bit with the bar until she heard a metallic
click, and he let her go.

   She now hung, suspended by her ankles in the doorway, the metal bar
attached to an eye hook in the beam, above.

   He left her gently swaying there for a minute, and when he returned, he
had the dildo/vibrator combination that he had used on her earlier that
day, though it was no longer attached to the end of a stick.  He spread her
pussy open casually with the fingers of one hand, and pushed the dildo
easily into her, settling the large head of the Hitachi vibrator against
her clitoris.  He tied the contraption loosely, but firmly to her right
thigh before switching the vibrator on.

   Lynn swallowed hard as the vibrations began, and Jamal crouched down in
front of her upside-down head, tracing a finger along her breasts which
were hanging downward towards the floor.  He lifted a cloth blindfold up,
and looked her in the eye.

   "Not a word." he said.

   "Mm hmm." She said, and closed her eyes as he tied the blindfold on.

   ***

   The rest of the evening, starting with Chloe's arrival was mostly a blur
of images and conflicting emotions.  She remembered feeling intensely
embarrassed, hanging naked in the doorway while Jamal chastised her sister.
She'd felt even more ashamed when Jamal had pushed his fingers into her
ass, and she had licked them clean for him, and then when the Hitachi
vibrator forced her to cum in front of Chloe.  Little did she know that
just a few minutes later she would be cumming again, this time with her
sister's mouth on her pussy, moaning with unconcealed pleasure.

   She couldn't tell what Chloe's relationship to Jamal was.  Her sister
was uncharacteristically submissive to him, and did everything he told her
to do immediately, and seemed quite accustomed to doing so, up to and
including deep-throating his cock repeatedly straight from Lynn's asshole.
She also kissed Lynn deeply and passionately when told to do so, with
barely a moments hesitation, and licked her to orgasm several times, with a
practiced skill that did not seem recently learned.

   Chloe also had both nipples pierced and her pussy was shaved bald - both
things Lynn would never have supposed her sister would do.

   As Lynn lay on the bed now, she remembered sharing Jamal's cock with
Chloe, watching her sister taking it deep into her throat, then opening her
own mouth and letting him fuck her face.  She remembered what seemed like
at least an hour of anal sex, with her sister repeatedly licking and
sucking Jamal's cock each time he would pull it from Lynn's ass.  She
remembered his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep in her ass, and then
Chloe's tongue sliding into her asshole, taking Jamal's cum in her mouth,
and then the two of them sharing the cum, at Jamal's command.

   But mostly, she thought about her sister's soft tongue in her mouth as
they kissed, and in her pussy as she expertly licked her.  She remembered
how she felt when it was finally over, and Chloe had gently cleaned her
body in the shower, and then the moment when Lynn had embraced her, and
kissed her.  The thrill and arousal she felt when Chloe kissed her back,
with Jamal nowhere nearby had been exhilarating and it stuck in her mind
now, as she rubbed her clit wildly, three fingers buried in her ass.

   Her arm was getting positively sore from rubbing herself so hard, but
finally, she pushed herself over the edge, jamming her fingers deep inside
her pussy and her ass, and letting out another long, shuddering breath, as
the waves of pleasure moved through her body.  The memory she held in her
mind as she came was of that kiss in the shower.  She imagined she was
kissing her sister now, imagined that her fingers were Chloe's, fingering
her through an intense orgasm.

   When she finished cumming, she slowly let her fingers slide from both of
her holes, and rolled onto her back, exhausted.  She licked the fingers
from her asshole, imagining Jamal's stern voice telling her to do so.

   "Thank you, Jamal." she whispered, and then put her other fingers into
her mouth, closing her eyes.  She licked the taste of her pussy from her
fingers, images and sensations of her rape still running through her mind,
and slowly drifted off to sleep.  ________________________________
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